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♪ You go out to the rain

♪ With a note on your pillow

♪ Not sure where
you're going to stay ♪

♪ Well, if you think
I'm doing fine ♪

♪ Sitting here waiting,
wasting time ♪

♪ Let me make it clear
I'm dying ♪

♪ Oh, I'm dying

♪ Baby, all I'm saying

♪ Is that it's raining on me
just as much as ♪

♪ It's raining on you

♪ Come home.

Thank you. Thanks.

Thanks, guys.
Thank you.

Hello?

Miss?

Hello?

Miss?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, help!

Someone help!

911?

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom

♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom

♪ How, how, how, how

♪ Hey, hey

♪ You gotta come on.

*NCIS: New Orleans*
Season 07 Episode 07

Episode Title: "Leda and the Swan Part 1"
Aired on: January 17, 2021

- Hey there, stranger.
- Hi.

Did you even come to bed
last night?

Um, I came in late
and I got up early.

Well, who knew, living together,

that we'd barely
ever see each other?

I know. I'm sorry.

No, that's okay.
Listen, how... how about

I make you some breakfast
and you can tell me all about

your latest
legal crusade?

I can't today. I'm heading
back down to the ACLU.

I've got a hearing
in a couple hours.

Well, this sounds
less like volunteering

and more like
you're working for them.

Well, nobody's
offered me a job yet. That's not true.

Every law firm in this city
wants you in the fold.

ACLU's smart tying up

the most sought-after litigator
in town.

Oh, damn, I got to go.

Okay, okay, look.
One question.

Yeah?

Do you like it?

I love it.

Okay, good.

Then tell them
to get off their asses

and make you an offer.

You know what?
I love you, too.

I'm already a done deal.

Get out of here.
Go save the world.

- All right. See you tonight.
- Okay.

You got a mask?

Quentin Carter,
FBI's most wanted.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means a special agent
called this morning three times

looking for you.

Seems you're
kind of difficult to find.

- Ah.
- Mm.

Weird.

Mm-hmm.

Are you gonna call 'em back?

I believe we have
a murder case.

Yeah, but aren't you
a little bit curious?

- I am not.
- Well, I am.

- What's going on, Carter?
- Let's see what's going on.

Our victim is Lieutenant
Commander Amanda Gregson,

- Navy therapist at Belle Chasse.
- Seriously?

Stabbed to death in a French
Quarter alley last night.

- Right.
- What else do we know?

There was a witness.

Same lady that called 911.

Didn't wait for NOPD
to arrive.

Tammy and Sebastian are
looking for her now.

- Thinking robbery gone wrong?
- No.

There was nothing stolen.

She had her wallet,
cash and a .45.

A .45? Navy issue?

- Personal weapon.
- Huh.

Maybe she had a reason.
Someone she was afraid of.

We should head to Belle Chasse,
talk to her colleagues.

Sure you don't want
to make a phone call?

Positive.

Well, according to the 911,

our caller's name
was Fiona Devlin.

Yeah, but she didn't
give any other detail

- before she hung up.
- Well, there's only one

Fiona Devlin in New Orleans,

and according to the DMV,
she lives here, so...

I don't see her name.
Who you looking for?

Um, Fiona Devlin.
Do you know her?

I know everybody that
in this building

and everything that happens
to 'em. You know why?

Walls are thin?

'Cause you got to
keep your eyes open,

your ears sharp, or they'll
take advantage of you.

Uh, who-who is "they"?

- You know.
- I-I don't know. Who...

Hey! And Fiona?

- Oh, what about her?
- Is she here?

Oh, no, she was
evicted, like,

- months ago.
- Great.

- Her and her kid.
- Oh, she's got a kid?

Or at least I think
that's her daughter.

I can't confirm
or deny that part.

Okay, um, you think you can
tell me where she is right now?

No clue, lady.

So much
for knowing everything.

All right,
what do we do?

Well, Fiona called
from her cell phone,

so we can always ping that.

All right, come on.
All right.

Who's "they"?
That's what I want to know.

- Loretta.
- Mm. Dwayne Cassius Pride.

I'm not sure
I'm talking to you.

Well, even if I bribe you
with café au lait?

There isn't enough
au lait in Louisiana

to give me back the
hours I lost last night

from your commission.

From ourcommission, Loretta.

We're gonna change
this city together.

Nah, we couldn't
even get ten people to agree

where to order dinner.

Not sure how
they're gonna agree

- to change the city.
- Yeah.

Things tend to get a little...
heated in that room.

- They were like children.
- And yet

they all showed up, 'cause
they care about New Orleans,

just like you do.Yes.

I just have to adjust
my expectations

of the process.

Well, what
were you expecting?

The commission's
a marathon,

not a sprint.

On the brighter side,

I've renewed appreciation
for the morgue.

Good listeners
who rarely talk back.

And Commander Gregson?

She telling you anything?

Well, she died quickly,

without much
of a struggle.

Stabbed twice,
once in the abdomen

and once in the right thigh,
severing her femoral artery,

and bled out almost immediately.

Slicing the
femoral artery?

Suspect lucky
or skilled?

Could be either.

This is looking less and less
like a crime of convenience.

Well, considering her tox
screen, I'm inclined to agree.

She had high levels
of methaqualone in her system.

The date rape drug?

Illegal since 1983.

Any evidence of sexual assault? No.

But that doesn't mean
the suspect wasn't trying.

Okay, I'll, uh, cross-reference

any recent sexual assault cases

in New Orleans,
see if there's any pattern.

Enjoy your café au lait.

See you at the next
commission meeting.

Patton says
that Fiona turned her phone off,

but last time it was on,
about eight hours ago,

it pinged at this location.

Looks like she didn't
move after that.

There's her 1999 Subaru Wagon.

My mom drove that car.

Well, good for her.

Looks like this might be
her new address.

She's asleep.

Don't go scaring her with
your big-ass head in the window.

Look at this head.
What are you talking about?

It's not a big head.
It's a perfectly normal head.

I don't know what... Aah!

I'm sorry! Whoa!

- Hey, hey, no.
- See? Terrifying

Hey, we're-we're the good guys.
We're the good guys.

See? Look-look at this.

Can you roll
the window down, please?

I-I know I'm not supposed
to sleep here.

Is it cool if I just leave?
I won't come back.

Oh, we're not those kind
of cops. We're-we're NCIS.

We're federal agents.
You're Fiona Devlin,

right?

Well, you reported a murder
to 911 last night,

and we want to talk to you
about it.

Captain Donahue,
thank you for talking to us.

What can I tell
you about Amanda?

She was
compassionate.

Cared about
her patients.

Cared about
her country.

She could have made a lot more
money in private practice.

Were you aware
of any problems she was having,

either here, at work,
or personally?

No. None that
she disclosed to me.

She have any friends
or close colleagues?

Not really.
Kind of kept her own counsel.

We need to see her files.

- Files?
- Yeah, we have

her digital calendar
from her phone,

but we need a patient list,
session notes, case files.

I may be able to give you
her patient list,

but not her session notes.

What's the problem?

- Amanda was a specialist.
- Yeah, we know.

- A therapist.
- No.

Amanda had
top-secret clearance.

Why would she need that?

Some of her patients
worked eyes only assignments.

In order for her to treat them,
she needed clearance.

If you want her notes,
you need it, too.

Right, right.
All right, well, you know,

we'll get read in
and, uh, come back to you.

Commander Gregson had access
to government secrets.

Yeah. Pride get anywhere with
sexual assaults in the Quarter

using methaqualone?

No.

Then this murder
might have nothing to do

with sexual assault.

And everything to do
with national security.

You make
lunch for every witness

who leaves the
scene of a crime?

- I should flee more often.
- Well, I wouldn't

get too excited, okay?
It's just a turkey and Swiss.

Usually, my boss
is making all the food.

So, uh...

why'd you flee the scene?

Honestly?

I kind of freaked out.

It was just,
I thought

it would get back
to Child Protective Services.

- 'Cause of your daughter?
- You know about Rory?

Yeah. Look, it's not
what you think.

I'm not a bad mother.

Rory means everything
to me. It's just...

it's been hard times.

- You guys got evicted?
- Yeah.

How did that happen?

Um, I'm a singer.
A songwriter.

I came from Nashville
to make music.

Well, isn't that, uh,

a place that's kind of known
for that stuff, too?

Yes.
Well, um, there was a guy.

Rory's dad.

I followed him here.Ah.

It was fun at first.

Then I got pregnant.

He didn't think
it was fun anymore.

- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...
- No, no, it's fine.

'Cause I got Rory.

And everything
was going well,

and then...

COVID.

Yeah.

Before COVID,
it was good.

I was... making a living
doing what I loved.

After COVID... no more club gigs.
No more tourists.

- No more money.
- Mm.

Well, what happened with Rory?

After we got evicted,
we were living in my car.

Turns out Child Protective
Services doesn't allow that.

Look, it's not what
I want for her either.

It's just...

she's mine.

She should be with me.

You don't have any...
any family back home?

I haven't spoken
to my mom since

I called and told her
I was pregnant and alone

and she said
she told me so.

Ah.Yeah.

So...

Anyway, um, I told 911
everything I know.

Woman looked super drunk
and-and she was being

- followed by a man.
- Okay, yeah.

The man. Let-Let's get
a description of him real quick.

Well, I didn't
see him that well.

He was wearing a hood.

What about, uh, his race?

Did you see his hands?

Yeah. White.

White.
Okay.

And then, uh,
what about his build?

Was he, like, bigger or thin...

He seemed fit.

- Fit.
- Okay. Got it.

This is great.
You did great.

Oh.
So... can I go?

Actually, you know what?

Why don't you, um, finish eating

the greatest sandwich
that I've ever made I my life,

and I will go

and see if I can get you

a place to stay
for a couple days.

Really?

Yeah, you know,
you help us, we help you...

it's a whole thing.

- Thank you.
- Yeah, no problem.

Hey.

Got info
on Commander Gregson's gun.

Looks like she purchased it two
weeks ago at a local gun shop.

- What happened two weeks ago?
- Not sure,

but she cancelled all her
therapy appointments that day,

so something
must have been going on.

Well, whatever it was,
she kept it to herself.

It could be a sign she
was involved in espionage.

- You get her patients' files yet?
- We're getting a read-in

- on her session notes today.
- All right, well,

- should I go to the gun shop?
- No, no, no,

- I'll grab Carter, we'll do it.
- Okay.

Quentin,
this is not high school.

You can't just
avoid a conversation

you don't want to have.

I'm not avoiding.
I'm talking to you, Mother.

Not me. The FBI.

They've been trying
to reach you for a week.

I'm in the middle
of an investigation.

And I am in the middle
of a confirmation.

Yes, Mother.
Under Secretary of the Navy.

Very impressive.

It would be more impressive
if my middle child

could spend 30 minutes

for a very simple
background interview.

It's not that simple.

It is.

They just ask you
a few obligatory questions.

You answer
and then it's over

and you can go back to whatever
it is you fill your days with.

Solving a murder is what
I'm filling my days with,

and I got to go.

Quentin, what
aren't you telling me?

I'll call you later.

What aren't you telling her?

What do you got in your hand?

Address of the gun shop

where Commander Gregson
got her weapon.

Let's go.

All right.

Business has been booming.

Lot of first-time gun buyers.

Had to hire extra help.

Have you seen this woman?

- Amanda Gregson?
- Oh, I remember her.

Why'd she stand out?

Most of these folks
don't know what they want

or why they want it.

Got to hold their hands.

This lady knew
what she was looking for.

And what was that?

Springfield.

XD-S 3.3.

Pretty little piece.

Reasonably priced.

Simple to use.
Easy to conceal.

Said she wanted something

that could stop a bull
running at her full speed.

She pull the trigger
on the wrong guy or something?

Thanks for your time.

Hey, look...

I don't ask a lot of questions.

It's not my place.

But that woman...
she was scared.

Thanks.

What's up?

The system is totally crazy.

You got that right.

I mean, this is
a-a complete Catch-22.

You're preaching to the choir.

Hey, are you on hold
with the DoD

waiting to get a read-in
on Gregson's file?

No. Worse.
Child Protective Services.

- What? Why?
- I'm trying to help Fiona

get her daughter back.

Fiona?

You're on
a first-name basis now

with our fleeing witness?

Do you know that in order
for her to get the kid back,

she needs to have housing
and employment?

- Sounds fair.
- Okay.

And yet, Section 8 housing
is easier to get

when you're applying
with children who live with you.

And the waitlist... i-it's
measured in years, not weeks.

Well, meanwhile, on
our homicide case over here...

And yet,
I foolishly thought

that I would be able
to help her

because
I'm part of the system.

Or at least, you know,
a system.

I thought I'd be better-equipped
to navigate the whole thing.

I'm wrong.

It's really sweet that you're
trying to help her, baby.

Yeah, she just needs
someone on her side, you know? - Yeah.

If couch surfing
counted as housing,

I would have
offered her our place.

Now, that's a little too sweet.

Eh, it wouldn't matter.

Wouldn't help her
get Rory back anyway.

I never would have thought
that solving murders

would be easier than finding
housing for a single mother.

Well, since we haven't
solved this one yet,

I was hoping you could
pull some security footage

from Amanda Gregson's
office and parking lot

around the time that
she bought the gun.

Hmm? Oh, uh...

I would love to,
but it's just that

I've been on hold here
for, like, 53 minutes.

Well, maybe that's the universe
trying to tell you

you need to do
something else.

Well, statistically speaking,
actually, uh,

48 to 59 minutes
is the sweet spot

- for getting your call picked up.
- Sebastian, please, I need you.

Thank you
for holding, this is Marty.

Your call may be
recorded for quality assurance.

- How may I help you?
- I'll pull the files.

- Ah, thank you.
- Are you there?

Hey, Marty. What's up?

Um, my name's Sebastian.

Um, I really use your help.

This is a recording
of the parking lot

outside of
Gregson's office

two days before
she bought the gun.

What happens next?

Amanda and the other woman
back off.

They leave camera view.

No wonder she felt threatened.

Any ID on these folks?

Motorcycle was registered

to a Lieutenant
Bruce Archambeau.

The woman is
his wife, Laura.

Also a Navy
Lieutenant.

They were both in marriage
counseling with Amanda.

Doesn't look
like it's going very well.

No.

But it does look like
a new motive for murder.

I lost control.

Smashed Amanda's windshield.

Not my best moment.

He's got anger issues.

I offered to pay for the repair.

She never replied.

I wrote a letter of apology.
Nothing.

She didn't have
to send NCIS here.

Commander Gregson
didn't send us. She's dead.

How bad
do these anger issues get?

Uh... I, uh, break things,

scream and yell.

I don't hurt anybody.
I just...

You think my husband
is responsible?

We saw the video

of the confrontation
in the parking lot.

Amanda was murdered
a week later.

Amanda was our therapist.

Marriage counseling.

She wasn't supposed
to play favorites.

Bruce... She wasn't

supposed to talk to

either one of us alone.

Stop talking
for a second.

- And that made you angry?
- Yeah,

- it pissed me off, but I'm not gonna...
- I've known this man

for 15 years.

He has plenty of flaws.

He breaks things.

But he doesn't hurt people.
Ever.

Appreciate that.

But we're gonna
have to know more.

Why were you speaking
to Amanda alone?

'Cause she didn't like
the way the sessions were going.

The fact that I have
a legitimate point of view.

You're going to do this now?

You said I was driving you
out of the marriage.

Amanda said
you were blame shifting.

Okay, please.

Can we focus?

Commander Gregson is dead.

Where were you
two nights ago?

It was poker night.

He was on the base with me
and three other couples.

I can give you their
names and information.

Yeah. That'd be great.

My phone's out in the back.

Sure.

Let's, uh... talk a little bit
more about the parking lot.

Why were you meeting alone
with Commander Gregson?

Because of
your top-secret clearance?

We've been read-in.
You can say.

Bruce thinks
I'm withholding, but...

You can't discuss
your work with him.

What were you working on?

Tactical long-range drones.

And there was
a problem with work?

No.

It was Amanda
who asked to talk to me alone,

- not the other way around.
- Why?

She had questions

about some of the other people
on the project.

What kind of questions?

Work habits.
Personal habits.

She was kind of cagey
about the whole thing.

She thought there was
some kind of breach?

I don't know.

I gave her the names,

answered some questions,

then Bruce showed up.

Yeah, uh, I'm gonna
need those names, too.

No, Brennan,
that's-that's what I'm saying.

This changes nothing. You're
going on deployment, all right?

Look, you do you.

I'll handle the FBI.

Sorry to interrupt.

No, it's okay.
I'm getting used to it.

Who's Brennan?

My brother.

Ah.
Well, for what it's worth,

from a former FBI agent,
we don't handle easy.

I will keep that in mind.

Good. Patton's got
something for us.

Hey. I've been going through
Amanda's session notes.

I've been trying to find
reference to personnel

that was assigned to that
long-range drone project.

Any hits?

Nothing that
screams espionage.

And yet you wanted us
to see something.

Well, military therapists
don't function the same

as civilian therapists do.

What's different?

All their session notes
are filed

on a military server

which can be accessed
by anyone on base

with the proper clearance.

All their deep,
dark secrets laid bare.

Oh. So much
for patient confidentiality.

Well, not only that,

Amanda was required
to report

any information
which could assist

in the military investigation
of crimes, past or present.

Fair enough.

She's also obligated to report
any information which could

impact a patient's suitability
for military service.

Oh, well, that is a loophole
you could drive a truck through.

So, why would anyone
see a military therapist?

Well, if they can afford it,
they'll see a civilian,

but if they can't, they often
don't seek help at all.

And they're very vague
on what they say in the session.

Or the therapist is very vague
in what she reports.

I looked at Amanda's
session notes.

It's like they were
written in code.

I'm saying,
they are written in code.

Her way of protecting
patient confidentiality.

Or trying to hide
her own secrets.

Yeah, but
I did find something.

A digital shadow
on her hard drive.

Like, a deleted file?

Deleted and encrypted.

But it was copied
onto an external hard drive.

Mm. Well, we've been through
her house and her office.

Didn't find anything.

You know, Amanda did have

a few personal things on her
the night she died.

I'm gonna call Sebastian
and see if he has anything.

I mean, who'd have thought
that the foster care system

was so... labyrinthine?

Well, me, for one.

Fostering and adopting my boys
was a crucible.

My God, you're right.
I don't know... I should have

come to you first.
You could have helped us,

uh, strategize our next move.

Us?

Yeah, me and Fiona.

When did you become
an us?

Oh, we're...
No, we're not, we're not.

I... It's just...
I don't know,

I just... feel for what
she's going through, you know?

Oh, that's so sweet,
Sebastian.

You know, the first thing
she needs, though, is a job.

Do you think Pride could
hire her to work at the bar?

There's not much going on
at the bar these days.

Other than the pantry.

Plus he's still carrying
all his pre-COVID employees.

Right.

But you keep thinking about it.
I will, too.

For us.

This is strange.

Who even carries a lucky
rabbit's foot anymore?

Except my Aunt Beatrice.

Oh, would you look at that.

The drive's fully encrypted.
Patton's working on it now.

All he's been able to get so far
is a filename: WBY.

She have a client
with those initials?

Nope. Going back through

her session notes, searching
for any mentions of WBY.

Okay. So was she protecting
her patients' privacy

or stealing secrets?

- Or...
- I don't know yet.

It's fair to assume that it's
the key to why she was murdered.

Yeah.

All right, well, keep at it,

let me know if you need me.

Okay.

It's gonna be
another late night.

We should order dinner.

What do you want?

Oh, I don't know.
Something new.

There's got to be 50 menus here.

Yep. We've had them all
50 times each.

Special Agent Carter.
It's your mother.

Uh, tell her I don't
have time right now, okay?

- I'm trying to figure out dinner.
- No, I mean...

Quentin Carter.

You will make time.

Do you understand?

Yes, ma'am.

Your father and I
have made our mistakes

raising our children.

And I'm sure that
the three of you

could come up with
a comprehensive list.

- Mother... - However, proper etiquette
and responsibility

would not be on that list,
wouldn't you agree?

Yes, ma'am.

Why are you dragging your feet
with the FBI?

Your sister thinks

it's your passive-aggressive
way of sabotaging my nomination.

Angela could write a book
about her opinions of me.

And yet still find the time
to do her part for the family.

For the family?
Or for you?

Quentin...

it is not a good look
avoiding an official interview.

It suggests that you have
something to hide.

- I am investigating a homicide.
- Yes.

And we are all busy
doing important work.

It is no excuse.

And what's worse
is you have dragged Brennan

into type of this behavior
as well.

He's being deployed.

He could have spared 30 minutes
before he shipped out.

You told him not to.

And you know
what's odd?

I suggest that you are
hiding something

and you didn't deny it.

That's because you haven't
given me the chance to.

All right.
Here's your chance.

You ambush me
in the middle of the night,

you throw wild accusations,

you assume the worst of me
without even taking a moment

to understand
where I'm coming from.

All right.
Explain it to me.

Where are you coming from,
Quentin?

You know what,
it doesn't matter.

You're gonna
believe the worst, anyway.

And I still got work to do.

Go.

Okay, so basically she needs
a job and a place to live.

Then once she gets
that whole thing set up,

then she can get a court date,
but that could take months.

Well, not if she
has a good attorney.

Someone who could
get her case moved up.

Would that be...

someone like you,
maybe, and I... Look,

I know that
that's crazy

to even suggest
because of how busy you are

with the ACLU.

Never too busy
to help family, Sebastian.

- Really?
- Yeah, of course.

But like you said,
it doesn't matter

if she isn't employed and
she doesn't have a real address.

I can't help with that part.

But I can.

Oh, I thought with the
bar being closed...

It's true, I'm not
serving drinks anymore,

but... I could use an extra pair
of hands at the food pantry.

That would be amazing.
Thank you. Thank you both.

This is... You guys,

free computer advice
for life.

Okay? I mean it.

I'm talking corrupted files,
hard drive problems.

Whatever, you name it,
I'm there day or night.

I'll get a COVID testing
protocol set up for her.

If her rapid test comes back
clean, she can start tomorrow.

Okay, yeah,
she'll be here for the test

and for the job.
Thank you.

Now you can focus
on finding Fiona

and her child a place to live.

Yeah, well, I might have an idea
about that. Wish me luck.

You really think
you can take her case on?

I got to do something
to earn my keep around here.

You're a good woman,
Rita Devereaux.

Please, please tell me you
found out what Project WBY is.

Not yet.

These file encryptions
are a monster.

But I did find an appointment
in her digital calendar

that was labeled WBY.

You get the names
of the patients?

No.
Just times and locations.

Wait, weren't the meetings
at her office?

The meetings was everywhere
but in her office.

Let me see.

Public parks, parking
garages, riverfront.

Doesn't seem like
therapy sessions at all.

It seems like espionage.

I don't know. Everything we've
learned about Amanda Gregson,

she doesn't fit the profile
of being a foreign agent.

Hey, I just followed the trail.

I leave it up to you to
figure out what it all means.

Well, that trail
lead you anywhere specific?

Well, I got
a partial plate on CCTV

at City Park two weeks ago.

Any idea who he is?

According to the partial plate,

he's a master-at-arms
at Belle Chasse.

Okay.

I mean, you've got that
guesthouse in the back

that's just sitting
there empty, you know?

I... You said you were
gonna paint back there,

but it never happened.

And it's-it's far enough away
from the main house that it...

it would be like
they're not even there.

The child's three years old,
Sebastian.

Yes, but I hear
she's a very mature three.

It's not like you got to take
care of her or anything.

Plus, I wouldn't even
be bringing this up

if I didn't know
how much you miss

volunteering at the, uh,
at the clinic.

What's that got to do with this?

Well, y... you want
to make a difference

in people's lives, right?

This would make a
difference in a major way.

Instant gratification.

Does Fiona know how
hard you're working to help her?

I don't know.
Why?

Well, she seems pretty special.

I'm-I'm just trying
to do the right thing here.

You know?
Help out where I can.

Me too.

Is that a yes?

Yes, she can
live in the guesthouse.

Yes! All right, that's great.
Thank you so much.

Ah...

I love you.
Thank you.

Hey.

Hey.

You know you're hovering,
right?

Yeah.
I think I need to talk.

Oh, you mean to me?

Yes.

It's, uh, family stuff.

Oh.

So, complicated and messy.

Which I imagine
you're not a fan of.

This about the
FBI interview?

And why you're not
calling them back?

Yeah.

Something bad happened
a long time ago.

I thought it would
stay in the past.

What kind of something?

DUI when I was in high school.

Crashed a car.
No one got hurt.

Okay, that's not smart,

but I don't know why that would
rise to a federal offense.

That's not the bad part.

It wasn't me.
I wasn't driving.

My brother was.

- But you took the blame.
- Mm-hmm.

Why?

He had just gotten
accepted to Annapolis.

We were celebrating, and stupid.

He jumped the curb,
smashed into a tree.

If he would have got the DUI,

they would have
pulled his offer.

- You were trying to protect him.
- That's right.

That's noble.

Thanks.

Who else knows?

Brennan, me, you.

And possibly the Arlington
Virginia Traffic Authority.

I'm not sure that I follow.

A few weeks after
it happened,

I got one of those
red light tickets,

the ones where
they take your picture.

It shows your brother driving.

And proof that
you lied to the police.

Yeah.

So when the FBI calls
about the DUI,

which they will,

I have to decide whether
to maintain the story

and possibly
get caught in a lie.

And derail
your mother's confirmation.Uh-huh.

Or... tell the truth.

And ruin your brother's career.

That is a lot to hold onto.

What are you gonna do?

I'm open to suggestions.

You're not gonna like
what I have to say.

You need to come clean
to your mom.

I don't know what
you think this is,

but I assure you,
you're wrong.

Well, we don't know
what it is, either.

That's why we're here.

I shouldn't be talking about it.

You know
when you say stuff like that,

it makes you seem suspicious.

You're a Master-at-Arms.

You met with a murder victim
days before her death.

Why didn't you come forward?

I promised no matter what
happened, I'd stay quiet.

You think that helps
Amanda Gregson now?

Do you know she went out
and bought a firearm

because she was scared
for her safety?

I didn't know that.

She... we were more worried
about the others.

Others?

Commander Gregson
had top-secret clearance.

She was looking into personnel
building a tactical drone.

- She wasn't doing anything improper.
- Really?

Looks to us like espionage.

It may look like
espionage, but...

that's not what Commander
Gregson was doing. Okay,

so what was she doing,
Ted?

She reached out to me

because one of her patients
had been assaulted.

Assaulted.
Sexually?

Yes.

Which patient?

She wouldn't say.

She gave me some of
the details, but...

we were figuring
out a workaround.

What kind of workaround?

Victims don't always
report assault.

There's not a lot of upside...
for one, it's embarrassing.

And there's blowback
a lot of the times,

especially when your
assaulter holds rank on you,

so we've developed...

workarounds.

Take matters
into your own hands.

If the system doesn't deliver

justice for the victims,
then I can.

- A vigilante thing?
- No.

It's not like that, it's...

Base command knows
how it works.

It's more
of a back-channel situation.

We find another reason
to punish the assailant.

Get them
transferred or demoted.

Or discharged
if the C.O.'s agreeable.

You do that a lot?

Over the years, yeah.

With Amanda Gregson.

No. She was new
to Belle Chasse.

But I know she had done it
at her other commands.

In this case, we're dealing
with a serial offender.

Who?

I wish I could tell you.

Commander Gregson
didn't say.

She was very careful.

She wanted to get
all her ducks in a row

before she ruined
someone's career.

But whoever he is...

he's violent.

And may possibly
be a murderer.

Commander
Gregson's three previous postings

were Guantanamo Bay,
Naples and Bahrain.

In Bahrain,
she had a patient who reported

a sexual assault at the hands
of a senior officer.

How'd that play out?

Well, she reported the incident
through the proper channels,

went up the chain of command.

The officer was cleared

of all the charges.

The patient was demoted.

And later discharged.

Sadly not uncommon
in these situations.

Commander Gregson
learned her lesson.

The next time a patient
admitted assault,

she took a more
subtle approach.

And what did that look like?

Not really sure. According
to these session notes,

she code-named everything
involving sexual assault

WBY.

- How many cases?
- According to Patton,

up to 25%

of all the patients
were women

seeking therapy
after sexual assault.

So she knew
the system was flawed.

She was doing her best
to protect the victims.

Yeah.

I'm wondering how.

Here? You mean you were
able to get me a job?

Yeah, I mean, it's-it's
nothing glamorous, you know.

It's just, uh, packing
boxes of full of food

- and supplies.
- Who cares?

And Pride says you can
stay on as long as you want

until you find
something else.

I can save up
for an apartment.

Yeah, well, that might
take a while,

so, um, I got you
a place to live.

You did what?

Uh, it's a guest house on
our medical examiner's property.

But don't worry,
there's no, like, you know,

dead bodies or anything.

Um, Sebastian, that's...
that's really sweet,

but I'm broke.
I can't afford...

Oh, no rent. I mean,
you know, not at first.

You guys can figure
something out

once you get back
on your feet.

I... I don't know what to say.

Well, don't say anything, 'cause
we still need to get Rory back

- to you.
- Yeah, got a lawyer in your bag?

I don't.
She's upstairs, uh, actually.

Her name is Rita Devereaux.
Uh, she's great.

She's on the phone
with the family court right now.

I think she's trying
to set you up a hearing

for some time
as early as this afternoon.

Oh, my God.

Are you okay?

Uh, yeah, uh...

It's just y-y-you did this.

All of this for-for me.

Well... yeah.

Whoa...

Okay, I was finally was able
to decrypt Amanda's notes.

Got a lot of information on the
victims she was trying to help.

You got any names
of the victims?

Sometime yes,
sometime just rank.

How about for her patient
here in New Orleans?

Petty Officer First Class,
working on the drone project.

She was assaulted
by her coworker after-hours.

But she never reported it.

We got anything else
to go on... name, description?

Of the assailant, no.

But the victim
was a machinist.

Specializing in drones.

According to the notes, she was
just transferred from San Diego.

Okay, I'll cross reference
with the Belle Chasse directory.

Amanda was brutally murdered
for looking into this assault.

The assailant showed
aggressive behavior

when he attacked
the petty officer.

Well, then he's
our number-one suspect.

And if he killed
the petty officer's therapist,

that means he'll probably
go after her next.

Okay, I got someone here.

Petty Officer Emily Tascioni.

Arrived at Belle Chasse
two months ago.

It's taking forever.

Hasn't been that
long, Sebastian.

But Rita said
it went well though, right?

Yeah, Fiona was great.
Judge was compassionate.

They just need to wait
for the order from the clerk.

How long is that gonna take?

Just patience.

Okay?

You did good.

Well, it wasn't just me,
you know?

None of this would've happened
without you, Loretta, Rita.

We did it.

Rory's coming home. Yeah?

All right! Yeah!

And Rita got the judge

to order protective services
to send her here.

What, now?

Yeah.

- Now?
- Right now.

Mommy!

Baby...

Hi!

Hi, sweetie.

Oh...

Hi.

Hi, oh, sweetie, oh.

Doing okay?

Hi, sweetie.

You lied.

To the police.

To your parents.

I was trying to be
a good brother.

By lying?

I thought we taught you
better than that.

You taught me
family comes first.

We would have supported
Brennan.

Brennan would have
been disgraced.

Quentin, that was not
your choice to make.

Of course it was.
You weren't in the car.

We were.

And it didn't take
much calculation to realize

whose future needed
protecting.

And I was already
a screwup.

You were never
a screwup.

Okay, who's lying now?

Look, achievements
always mattered more

to the rest of the family.
I knew a long time ago

that I wasn't gonna
live up to that.

You are very
accomplished.

Look, I know what
I did was wrong.

But I never regretted
it for a single day.

Until last week.

When the FBI called.

So now I'm bringing
it to you.

What do I need
to do to make this right?

Quentin.

I'm not sure
this can be made right.

My partner's around back.

- Backup's on the way.
- Copy that.

Take the side.

NCIS.
Put your hands up, now.

Whoa, it's okay.

I'm on your side.

- Ted Yancy, Master-at-Arms.
- You worked with Commander Gregson?

I helped her sometimes
with some patients.

- What are you doing here?
- Wellness check.

Tascioni didn't
show up for duty.

Might be U.A.

Why are you doing here?

Emily Tascioni was Commander
Gregson's sexual assault victim.

And she’s gone.

This isn't looking good.

Emily's in trouble.

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